The Greek's Pregnant Bride

She’d been a revelation.

And now he got to experience and taste her all over again.

But this time there would be no pain. Only pleasure.

Wrapping an arm around her and cradling the back of her head with his other hand, he pulled her flush against him and slanted his mouth over the soft, plump lips he’d spent the past two months dreaming about.

She sighed into him and rested her hands on his shoulders, her nails digging into him as her lips parted to allow his tongue to sweep into her warmth.

He stroked her back, up and down, exploring the silky skin anew, then down her sides to the top of her stockings.

She broke the kiss, nuzzling her mouth against his jaw and down into his neck, her hair tickling him.

‘You taste divine,’ she murmured, the first words she’d uttered since she’d left the bathroom.

compliment made his

and tugged it back gently so he could look

across her face, and she leaned forward to kiss him, deeply, passionately, her

found the clasp of her bra and undid it. She released her hold on him, enabling him to pull the straps

them. Pregnancy had swollen them. He

was the only person in the world who knew Alessandra’s breasts were the palest part of her

inside her that these

lift her a touch, he dipped his head and captured one of

her fingers through his hair, arching her back to thrust

hand roaming until he found the clasp of her suspenders. Before he released it he stroked the exposed flesh above the stockings. Her skin felt better than any material ever

he’d acquired over the years gone. It was as if he’d never tried to undo a

senses with her

her bottom and leaned forward, using his strength to lay her flat on her back. The movement caused the bed sheet to fall from his lap, freeing his erection which brushed

her, noting everything, from her